Mo Baichuan, with a cold face, said, "Li Xianxian, you've really disappointed me!"
"Baichuan, you've misunderstood me... I didn't use that kind of drug..." Li Xianxian cried, her tears streaking through her make-up. It broke Mo Baichuan's heart to see her like this. After all, he had known Li Xianxian for more than two years. She had always been good to him, and even published a book this year.
Would Li Xianxian ever do something like drugging someone?
"Whether or not you've used the drug, wouldn't going to the doctor's office confirm it? Li Xianxian, are you willing to go?" Zheng Xianjing demanded fiercely.
"Baichuan, don't you trust me?" Li Xianxian looked up at Mo Baichuan, her almond-shaped eyes red and swollen.
Mo Baichuan looked at Li Xianxian, wavering in his resolve.
"Brother Baichuan," Zheng Xianjing quickly countered, "Be calm! Don't be fooled by this woman. By the way, Brother Baichuan, did you drink the wine? If you did drink, there's no way you wouldn't react."